justicar
samara
I am
a ruined vessel of
sorrow and regret
but I am
free.

‹indie samara›

shepardofparagons:

She took a seat beside the justicar, giving her a brief glance before staring out into the dark void of space.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, hands folding neatly in her lap.

      “Indeed,” a small smile plays briefly upon aubergine lips and she does not bother to look Shepard’s way.
“How are you this evening?”

©   THEME